


the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world

by sataelites



Category: Le Petit Prince | The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, NCT (Band)
Genre: M/M, Mark is confused, renjun is a smol boy from the stars, the little prince au!
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2019-01-10
Updated: 2019-01-12
Packaged: 2019-10-07 14:41:50
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 2
Words: 5,109
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17367794
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/sataelites/pseuds/sataelites
Summary: in which mark is a world war one fighter pilot and renjun is a boy whose place is among the stars





	1. one

**Author's Note:**

> so instead of finishing the chapter for my other fic,,, i wrote this instead to curb my frustrations
> 
> mark's fighter pilot experience is heavily inspired by scenes from roald dahl's autobiography, going solo. and of course, some of the dialogue and much of renjun's description is taken from the little prince- although i have taken a few liberties. 
> 
> title of the fic is a quote from the little prince 
> 
> enjoy <33

the sky was a vast expanse of clean, cloudless blue that stretched across the entire span of mark’s vision in an almost intimidating manner. perhaps others would find the sight of an infinite horizon before them a daunting sight, but mark welcomes it. it is good, he thinks to himself, to be reminded of how small you really are sometimes. 

mark’s childhood was filled with dreams of the stars and the expansive stretches of space between the planets of different galaxies. at night, he would squint up at the stars with the old telescope his father had used as a child, and tried to make constellations of the small twinkling lights above him. it was an exercise he never tired of, and he would often spend his sleepless nights staring up at the stars- puzzling them out into patterns and revelling in the stories behind the constellations. he used to wonder if there really were people up there in the stars- and if they really were the people spoken of in the old greek myths. he had asked one night on a whim- his face turned up towards the night sky- if people really lived among the stars, but the stars had only glittered down at him, silent as ever. 

mark had dreamed- he had visions of one day being among the stars, and looking back and seeing the serene blue and green of the earth behind him. he dreamed of meeting the people among the stars and asking them if the stories on earth were really true, and they had really talked to gods. he dreamed of floating weightlessly through the black of space, and thought to himself that this was the one thing he truly wanted. 

and perhaps a pilot of a far-too-old-for-war fighter plane wasn’t exactly a job among the stars- but it was the closest he could get. and even though it wasn’t exactly the view he had wished for as a child- the sight of the vastness of the sky, and the beauty of the landscape (although it was fairly monotonous, as he was currently flying over the desert- only sand and mountains and rocks to look at, really) below him was good enough for now. there was a sort of freedom that came from flying- there was sort of a sense of separation between the flyer and the rest of the world, and mark loved it, his problems never seemed to be further away then they were when he was in the air, and he could almost pretend that he wasn’t fighting in a war sometimes. 

mark had been tasked with delivering a new aircraft (finally!) to his squadron, and he felt eerily alone without another pilot flying beside him- fighters were usually paired off and alternated between protecting each other’s backs when engaged in a fight- but now, he was alone, with only the hum of the plane around him to keep him company. he had left for his destination with only an hour to spare until the sun set, and already the sun was beginning to languidly sink into the arms of the horizon. mark’s grip tightened on the controls. there was no way that he could travel any faster, and if he didn’t make it to his destination in time, he would be forced to do a landing in the dark- which was practically asking for disaster. 

the setting sun turned the sands below him into an ever-shifting palette of turmeric yellow, the colour of goldenrod, and the orange of dying embers. and as much as they were beautiful, the colours were also a warning that time was running out. 

mark narrows his eyes at the rocky ground, it was too late to turn back- his fuel reserves were far too low. he was still quite a ways off from his destination so, with dread curling in a cold twist in his stomach, mark begins to lower the plane. the sun was barely peeking up from above the edges of the skyline and visibility was, to be frank, shit. so mark took a chance, and prayed to the gods and all the stars above that his plane wouldn’t strike a rock. 

it seems, however, that they weren’t listening. 

the undercarriage of the plane struck a boulder, and immediately collapsed into a twisted mess of metal and rubber in a mighty screech of sound (over which mark could barely hear the sounds of his swearing), which in turn buried the nose of the plane into sand. mark was promptly violently thrown forward into the front of the plane’s canopy, and with one last heart-felt _fuck _, he lost consciousness.__

__****_ _

__mark blearily wakes up to the smell of gasoline. he tries to open his eyes, only to find that he can’t see a thing. night had fallen. something clicks in mark’s mind, and he curses under his breath as he blindly grapples with his fastenings. his numb fingers are infuriatingly slow to comply and keep on sliding over the metal uselessly. he can feel the slow slip of liquid down the side of his face, and doesn’t know if it’s sweat or blood._ _

__a moment later, the fuel tanks of the plane exploded with a burst of sound that left mark feeling deafened and the craft took to fire. mark shoots out another stream of slurred expletives as his groggy mind registers what seems to be his certain death, and mark is so, so tired, but by some miracle, his straps finally come loose under the desperation of his fumbling fingers. his first attempt at pushing open the cockpit canopy is met with a hiss as the hot metal burns his hands, but he manages to open it, and drop out of the ruined plane to the sand beneath._ _

__that one burst of action seemed to sap all of mark’s energy away, and he deeply considered just falling asleep right then and there and to hell with the flames, but somehow, he musters the energy to crawl away from the burning wreck to rest against a nearby rock, and not a moment too soon. as when the heat of the fire swallowed the plane completely, the guns on mark’s plane all dispelled their ammunition. mark could hear the bullets striking the sand and the rocks around him and distantly thanked his lucky stars that he had gotten himself out of the line of fire before they had gone off. he turns his head upwards and is met with the clearest night sky he can ever remember seeing. and there, under the millions of stars, and probably the only living human in the span of this cursed desert- mark has never felt so alone._ _

__****_ _

__when mark woke for the second time, it was to the sun setting again. he had slept away an entire day and no one had come. it was hard to not see a crashing plane (mark would know, he’s seen many in his brief time in the service) so this meant no help was coming. so ultimately, mark was stuck in the middle of the desert with no way out, no food, and no water. great._ _

__mark grimaces and feels the crusted blood on his cheek crack, which makes him pull another disgusted face. but with no water, there’s no way to wash himself clean, so he sighs and sits up more to take stock of his injuries. to his surprise he seems okay, his head, as far as he can tell, has only suffered a massive lump, and one cut which was long but not deep. he’s almost surprised at the amount of blood that has managed to get all over him despite his knowledge that head wounds tend to bleed inane amounts. his flying overalls also only seem to be slightly singed around the edges of the legs, and for the first time mark is thankful for the thickness of the stupid uniform._ _

__sighing, mark pushes himself to his feet and moves over to where his plane (or what’s left of it at least) lies. mark feels something in his chest die at the sight of the burnt, twisted wreck and the foolish hope that maybe he could have fixed it- that he could have salvaged the plane somehow- was extinguished._ _

__feeling overwhelmingly defeated, mark turns away from the wreck and walks determinedly away from it on unsteady feet. he stumbles to a nearby outcrop of rocks and slumps into the shallow concave hollow that shelters him from the last vestiges of sunlight. and taking his head into his hands, mark finally allows himself to cry._ _

__****_ _

__when mark is done with his embarrassing momentary loss of control, he takes a couple of deep breaths and attempts to wipe the wetness from his face. he knows he’s probably smearing blood everywhere, and he most likely looks like either a murderer or a victim, but with no one around to see him, he can’t find it in himself to care all that much._ _

__“to stay, or to go?” mark muses aloud, his voice grates in his throat, but it was nice to hear something other than the unnerving silence of the desert._ _

__mark weighs in his options. he could leave the wreck behind and potentially be able to walk to the base he was supposed to deliver the plane to, as he had already made it an estimated three quarters of the way there. however, he had no way of telling which way he was supposed to go, meaning he could walk into the middle of the desert and die there. mark also had neither food nor water, which also meant he was going to die if he didn’t find either of the two within the next few days._ _

__on the other hand, mark could stay with the plane and hope to the gods that someone had seen him go down and was just taking their damn sweet time to get to him. he also had shelter in the rocks and could maybe take another, more than three second look at the plane to see if there was anything to salvage. food and water was still a problem- and mark didn’t know where the fuck he was supposed to find either._ _

__after deliberating over his choices, mark very much felt like closing his eyes and accepting his inevitable death. mark was by no means a pessimistic person, but he was having a lot of trouble seeing a way out of this._ _

__mark closes his eyes and decides to just call it a day, as despite only being up for a short while, he felt drained. he lies down and turns on his side to pillow his head on his hands- only to startle upwards when he hears what honest to god, sounds like footsteps._ _

__mark gets to his feet slowly and listens carefully, and sure enough, he can hear the slide of something over rock. his heartbeat thuds heavily in his ears as he creeps to the entrance of his little cave. he rounds the corner on careful feet, only to let out an embarrassingly high noise as he bumps into something solid. the knock rattles his head and he clutches at it as a wave of dizziness sweeps over him. there’s a light trill of laughter- like little bells, mark thinks absentmindedly- and a slight hand reaches out to mark’s shoulder to steady him. mark freezes his head still in his hands, “oh my god,” he breathes, “are you real?”._ _

__the boy replies, and mark can hear the smile in his voice, “i’m just as real as you are.”_ _

__mark takes a breath and, fully expecting the boy to disappear before his eyes, looks up._ _

__this, mark thinks distantly to himself, is what a star would look like if encompassed by a human form. the boy (though he only looked a few years younger than mark himself) had hair that looked like spun gold that curled softly upwards and skin that seemed to catch even the barest remains of the sun’s rays in a warm glow. he looks ethereal, and very much not real, but yet his hand feels so solid and _there _from where it’s still placed on mark’s shoulder._ _ __

__

__“oh shit,” mark says intelligently._ _

__

__****_ _

__

__the boy, whose name mark later learns is renjun, is odd._ _

__

__he speaks with an unusual accent and sometimes frowns to himself when mark says a word he doesn’t know. he also wears clothes of a style that mark doesn’t recall ever seeing before, and a warm-looking yellow scarf is wrapped loosely around his neck. renjun plays with its tasseled ends absentmindedly as he looks up at the night sky with an expression that mark can’t read._ _

__

__and yet, mark can’t stop staring. the sun has long since set, but renjun still seems to have an ethereal glow to him that mark had previously thought was due to the sun. in the darkness of the cave though, renjun seems to shine with a soft light, and mark doesn’t know how to ask about it without sounding insane._ _

__

__renjun seems like the type to keep his secrets close to his chest, so mark keeps his questions to himself- for now anyways, mark isn’t sure how long his curiosity will be able to go unsated. since running into mark, the other boy hasn’t said a word to mark besides softly giving him his name, and they haven’t otherwise interacted besides renjun silently offering mark his water container and a small washcloth- mark can’t even describe his relief at feeling sort-of-clean again._ _

__

__the quiet in the cave is almost stifling to mark. he’s so used to being surrounded by noise (be it back at his family home in canada, or in the camps of the royal air force, or in the air with the thrum of the plane around him), that the absence of it is unsettling. he shuffles uncomfortably and re-crosses his legs, unsure of whether to speak to the stranger across from him._ _

__

__the silence is surprisingly broken by renjun. the other boy tears his eyes away from the stars with a reluctance that is written clearly across his face. he turns to face mark, and mark is surprised to see that his eyes were different colours- one a dark blue and the other a warm brown in colour. it’s another peculiarity that mark adds to his growing mental list._ _

__

__“what is that object over there?” renjun points a slender hand at the wreck that used to be mark’s plane._ _

__

__mark frowns in response, as although the heat of the flames had warped the shape of the plane, it was still somewhat recognisable for what it was- the biplane had one of its pair of wings still valiantly clinging onto the twisted metal of its main body. “it’s an aeroplane, or, rather it was- it’s not going to be flying again any time soon”_ _

__

__renjun’s mismatched eyes widen, “so you, too, fell from the sky?”_ _

__

__mark shrugs, “i guess” (renjun didn’t look like much of a pilot- especially since he had failed to recognise the plane- but how else could one fall from the sky?)_ _

__

__“which planet are you from then?” renjun says offhandedly as he rummages through his small backpack for something._ _

__

__mark freezes. planets? renjun’s words run themselves in circles in mark’s head, and he finds himself being unable to answer. renjun looks up with a concerned look on his face from where he’s recovered a package of what looks like rice balls from his bag.__

__

____“this one,” mark says faintly._ _ _ _

__

____“oh,” renjun says, a hint of what almost sounded like disappointment in his voice. he looks out at mark’s plane with an unreadable look in his eyes, “i suppose it is true that on that you couldn’t have come from very far away.”_ _ _ _

__

____he offers a rice ball to mark, before retreating back to his side of the cave. mark takes it, and eats it hungrily- he hadn’t eaten in what felt like forever. after another period of silence, mark’s curiosity gets the best of him and he bursts out abruptly, “do you come from another planet?”_ _ _ _

__

____his question goes unanswered. mark turns, another question in his mouth, but he finds renjun tucked against the wall of the cave- looking very small. he had fallen asleep and had his chin tucked into the warmth of his yellow scarf._ _ _ _

__

____mark observes the other boy for a moment, feeling oddly endeared to someone he barely knew, and resolved that his questions could wait until the next day._ _ _ _

__

____mark leans back against the cave wall, and he too, drifts into the realm of dreams._ _ _ _

__


	2. two

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> mark tries to find out more about his companion- resulting in varying levels of success, and renjun recalls a conversation with a snake.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> again very rushed and barely edited,,, i'll go over it again tomorrow maybe
> 
> but for now- enjoy <3

mark wakes to the sun’s invasive glare on his face, and he squints up at the offending light with a tired sort of annoyance. he sits up and glances to the right of the cave, only to find that there was no one there. mark would have thought the events of yesterday were just a fantasy conjured by his desperate, lonely mind- if not for the small bag that was huddled into a nearby crevice and the set of footprints that were smaller than the ones made by mark’s own heavy-set combat boots. they led outside the cave- where they then travelled in a meandering pattern as if their owner felt as lost as mark did. 

mark stepped outside, and instantly felt overwhelmed. the sight of the vast expanse of sand and rock seemed far more daunting than it had from the air- it almost seemed like another world. the sun was at its zenith and it turned the sands beneath a yellow so brilliant, it was as if mark was walking on the surface of the sun- or an unfamiliar planet- he wondered distantly to himself if the place where renjun was from was anything like this. 

he spots renjun sitting a little ways away under the shadow of a massive spire of rock. he has shed his scarf under the growing heat of the sun, and his face is flushed a pretty shade of pink. renjun looks up as mark nears him, and lets his loose shirt sleeves slide back down his bare arms- mark could almost swear he saw a glittering yellow coil of something wrapped around renjun’s left arm, but it was covered up too fast to be able to tell for sure. he dismisses it as nothing, and sits down next to the other boy with only a brief moment of hesitation. 

renjun was the first to break the silence again. 

“asteroid b-612,” he says with an odd tone to his voice. his eyes look distant as he continues, “it has three volcanoes- one of them extinct, and the other two active. it has baobab sprouts that must be pulled out before they grow too big, and it has one flower that claims that it is the only one of its kind in the universe”

“what?” mark frowns, confused. 

“my planet. you asked before,” renjun says, fiddling with the scarf in his lap. his hands always seem to be in constant motion- never ceasing in their absent minded movements. 

there’s another few beats of silence that stretch out between the two of them before renjun continues, his eyes downcast. “although its very, very small, you can watch the sunset at any time you please- and my flower is good company despite their constant demands,” a wry smile appears on his face as he says, “i keep thinking that i’m still home, i went out to see a sunset, you see.”

the sun seems to taunt them from its place at the pinnacle of its arc across the sky. mark looks up to find the sky a shade of muted blue with the barest hints of clouds along the horizon and dotted with faded greys- as even the sky was allowed its scars and imperfections. 

mark leans back on his elbows and stretches his legs out in front of him, “it sounds beautiful, to see a sunset whenever you want to- i wish i could do that here”

renjun says nothing in return, although he looks almost wistfully at the horizon, as if imagining a sunset taking place there for himself. mark takes it upon himself to continue- wanting to know more about his companion. “how did you end up here in the desert, renjun?”

“you know- my descent to earth- when i fell… the anniversary is in a few days,” renjun begins. mark frowns as it wasn’t a direct answer to his question, but he lets the other continue nonetheless. “i came down very near here,” renjun adds after a momentary pause. 

it appears that renjun has no more to say on the matter as he stands up and angles a slender finger to a spot in the sky to the right of their current position, “look,” he says with a smile. mark gets to his feet and squints to where the boy is pointing, lifting a hand to block out the harsh stare of the sun above. and there, barely visible against the blue backdrop of the sky- was a flock of birds that flew around in lazy patterns- never straying far from one area. he turns to the side and sees renjun practically grinning at the sight, his eyes curled into crescents and, to mark’s absolute endearment- he had a snaggletooth. he almost doesn’t catch what renjun says next, as the words sound as if they’re coming from very far away- because god, this boy was beautiful. 

“that means there’s water over there, mark- looks like you’re not going to die after all.” mark reddens- he hadn’t realised that renjun had heard him muttering about certain death via dehydration as he had taken stock of their mournfully small, single water container that very morning. renjun had- oddly enough- only taken minimal supplies with him into the desert, barely enough for a single trip, and definitely not enough for another person. 

renjun just shoots another small smile at mark and starts to move back to the cave, “we’ll leave when the sun’s set”. and with that, he walks off, leaving mark behind him. 

****

mark stands before the wreck of his plane with a look that’s not quite sadness, but very nearly there, on his face. his flight partner, jaemin, had always teased mark incessantly about how he got attached to his planes like they were people- one of many other small things he used to bother mark about to get on his nerves. and god, mark had trusted jaemin to watch his back in a fight- but he could really be unbearable at times. mark wondered who was watching jaemin’s back now that he wasn’t there to do it, and fervently wished that they were good enough to keep jaemin’s sometimes reckless antics at bay. 

he stands before the twisted metal and pats a hand on the sun-warmed metal of its body. mark sighs and turns on his heel to join renjun from where he waits for him at the top of a nearby sand dune. he doesn’t look back. 

****  
it seems that the water source is farther than they had thought it would have been if the small frown on renjun’s face is anything to go by. they had walked for quite a while in its direction and the sun was closing in on the horizon and is painting the sand below them a pleasant yellow-orange. 

they walk on in a comfortable silence- and although there are an innumerable amount of questions twisting themselves into knots in mark’s mind, he doesn’t voice any of them aloud. not yet anyway- as, he reasons to himself, they had a bit of a journey ahead of them, and there would be plenty of time to get to know the other. 

instead, mark preoccupies himself with the shifting sands- imagining the shapes of great beasts and sinking ships in the shadows of the dunes. 

it was only later, when the sky was once again fading into its lilac hues, that mark thought to ask, “why did you leave, then? if you were happy on your planet?”

they had been walking for what felt like an age, and mark was beginning to tire of the silence between them. 

“i’m still trying to figure that out myself,” renjun says quietly, “but i think i wanted something more than what i had,” he pauses, as if in thought, then adds, “i was also- i suppose- having trouble with a flower”

“weren’t you lonely? with only a flower and your volcanoes to keep you company?” mark blurts out before he can think better of it. 

“oh, but i find that it is also lonely amongst humans,” renjun says simply. 

mark doesn’t know how exactly to reply to that- as it was both true and false at times. he chooses to say nothing in response, and they walk on in silence once more. 

****

night falls, and mark can’t seem to tear his gaze away from the heavens. he had never seen a clearer sky in his life- and he traces the invisible lines that group the stars together with his eyes in an almost frenetic manner. renjun, too, seems to have become distracted by the sky above, although unlike mark- whose eyes flickered back and forth along the lines of constellations- renjun’s eyes were fixed on a single point in the night sky, with a peculiar expression on his face. 

mark wants to know what he’s thinking, but there’s a fragile sort of look in renjun’s eyes, so he chooses to remain quiet. 

****

when they stop and rest for the night, renjun appears to be in a pensive mood as he speaks barely a word to mark before his attention is once again directed at the sky above. he stares at the black above him with a small crinkle to the space between his eyebrows. his gaze is still transfixed upon a singular spot in the heavens- mark wonders to himself if one of the stars above was renjun’s own. 

he looks up from where he’s absentmindedly doodling concentric circles in the still sun-warmed sand when renjun shifts to sit down next to him. he starts to draw in the sand with a surprisingly artistic hand- and adorably enough, the tip of his tongue appears at the corner of his mouth as he concentrates. the sight of it made renjun seem more human, and although mark hadn’t been consciously thinking of him as something other to himself, he finds himself easing up at the sight of a familiar habit. 

he returns to his circles, which are rather boring when compared to whatever renjun is etching out into the sand beside him. mark sighs and moves onto drawing crooked clouds and pair of planes flying alongside each other amongst them. 

renjun pats mark’s shoulder to get his attention and gestures down at the lines he’s sketched into the ground. “have you seen a flower like this one before?” 

“it’s a rose isn’t it? my family house back in canada has a whole garden of full of them- it’s pretty to see them all in full bloom during the springtime,” mark replies while sifting through the sand with his fingers. 

“oh,” there’s an odd note of disappointment in renjun’s voice, “i thought- nevermind”. he shakes his head as if dismissing the thought. “it does sound lovely though- your garden”

“i’ll show it to someday,” mark says as he looks up at renjun with a grin.

“perhaps you will” renjun gives him a small smile in return- but it doesn’t meet his eyes.

****

when renjun fell to earth, the first living being he came across was a golden-scaled snake. he had landed somewhere that was altogether dry, and pointed, and harsh-looking- but renjun finds a serene sort of beauty in the shifting sands and the (blue!) sky above him. although, as he is disappointed to find out, the sun only sets once a day. 

he hadn’t seen the snake at first, for it was too cleverly disguised amongst the sand dunes. he had only spotted it as it had stirred the sands when it moved closer to where he was resting with his elbows on his knees. 

“good evening,” the snake said softly as it slithered closer, as if curious. 

“good evening,” renjun replied, “which planet have i come down on?”

“this is earth; this is africa,” the snake answered as it arranged itself into a golden coil. 

“then are there no people on earth? i haven’t encountered a single soul here since i fell,” 

“this is the desert. there are no people in the desert, and the earth is very large,” said the snake.

there’s a stall in their conversation as renjun shifts in positions so he can better look at the stars above. “i wonder,” he said, “whether the stars are set alight in the heavens so that one day each one of us may find our own again- my planet is right above us you see, but it looks very far away.”

the snake flicks its tongue out into the air- once, twice, thrice- before it answers, “i pity you- you are so weak on this earth made of granite- you aren’t meant for such places such as this. i can help you, someday, if you grow too homesick for your own planet.”

renjun understands immediately- he knows what the snake is offering. he stretches out a hand, and the snake coils onto his left arm like a golden bracelet- right over the beat of his pulse.

“you realise what you must do to go back then?” the snake asks. 

“i do,” renjun says in return. 

and now- almost a full year after he first came to earth, he sits under the stars, with a careful eye on one of them in particular. the snake is still wrapped around his arm, and though it had never bothered him before, the closer it gets to the anniversary of his landing, the more the snake feels like a slowly tightening vice around his veins- it's almost as if it is reminding him that his time was running out. 

mark makes a small sound in his sleep from where he had fallen asleep pressed against renjun’s leg, but he finds himself not minding all that much- a testament to how fond he had become of his unexpected companion. he looks down as mark mutters something unintelligible again, and renjun thinks of how he’ll have to say goodbye quite soon.

sighing, renjun turns back to watch the stars above him, and wonders after a certain flower.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> the little prince refers to his home as an asteroid, a planet /and/ a star- i've just used all three interchangeably, as the original author did aghdsjl
> 
> i also greatly enjoyed making the sibilance in -"snake said softly as it slithered..." i thought i was being very clever, especially since snakes hiss- maybe i'm just being a nerd. and speaking of snakes- much of the dialogue between renjun and the snake is from the english translation of the book, although my writing style is a lot more wishy-washy (in the words of my old english teacher) than the author's so i've had to fill out much of the scenes with my own interpretations and descriptions. 
> 
> anyway, as you can maybe tell from the way i'm setting things up- i've decided on an ending- i think i've dropped some hints !
> 
> also- this work probably isn't going to be very long at all,,, i'm thinking maybe two more chapters?? not too sure yet.
> 
> as always, comments or kudos mean the world to me, and even if you choose not to leave them- thank you for giving this a shot !!

**Author's Note:**

> i haven't read the little prince in years, and this work will most likely follow a different storyline, although the ending (if you have read the book) may or may not remain the same- i haven't decided yet !
> 
> as always, any feedback at all would be greatly appreciated <33


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